Changing Days

When the dead become insane

The tramps the down, the ill arranged

The junkies burning over flames

The fools who couldn’t be renamed

Where do they go to shoot the light

Eat the bread

Kill the night

The times are changing

Tells you on every wall

Don’t expect to be caught

When you jump, get pushed, or fall

The ticket’s gone, my friend

Like the train that didn’t depart

Start queuing up for the next life

Can the hospital have your heart

You’ll have to be quick, my friend

The man on the bridge has got a head start..